Description: A story of strange Pokemon finding each other in a strange, stressful place. A story of growth. Otherwise known as “How a giant snake learned to get along with a stinky puffball.”
Notes: I know I should be working on “Sing me a Song” but the most recent video inspired me to focus on what is going on with the so called “dark sides”. I will get back to it but I needed to get this story out of my system. I appreciate constructive criticism!
Trigger warning: mentions of experimentation, tranqualization, and sharp objects.
There is a building on the outskirts of a city, maybe a mile out, if calculated. It is owned by Ogimiri, a publicly traded organization and business that has the trappings of legitimacy, if only because everyone believes in it at once.
The room of their star performer was a 10ftx10ftx10ft cube. They felt the size would suffice for their top earner, especially since he did not need the extra room anymore, but in reality, it barely fit him, not that he could complain much. Most of his kind did not even get a room to reside in most of the time. Most get Pokeballs. Some get cages, which is never a good sign. On top of all that, most people did not know he existed. Who could he complain to?
If one were to to look inside the cube, you could see the Serperior as he usually was; alone. He was curled up and looking at the small window his room has with a look in his mismatched eyes that indicated he was plotting. That's how the organization liked him; sitting and plotting until he was needed. He was good at that.
It was during a session like this that a crashing sound from down the hall caught his attention.
Near “the cube” was another room filled with equipment and cages. The cages in this room tended to hold strange specimens, as did the wing they were in in general. Connecting these two rooms was a series of air vents, not big enough for a human but certainly big enough for the width of his body (the cover of this airvent was loose, too) The long, serpentine form of the star performer slithered through the maze easily, and he found himself staring at the series of cages, as well as a series of scientists crowded around a table, clearly struggling with something, with one scientist holding a needle in his hand.
A new subject that doesn't want to be tagged, he thought, already bored and ready to double back. That was until he heard a nasally voice-
“YOU GUYS ARE A LOT OF FUN! I HAVE NEVER SEEN SO MANY FUN TOYS IN MY LIFE!!!”
The being in the vents took a second to realize that was, in fact, the Pokemon talking (not that the scientists were any the wiser). As this realization came to fruition, the source of the voice broke free and started running around.
An Igglybuff? A strange thing to put in this wing.
The wayward Igglybuff immediately started bouncing around and grabbing at various sharp objects, saying things like “WHAT DOES THIS DO? CAN I PLAY WITH THIS? WHAT ABOUT THIS??!”
It took the scientists present a solid seven minutes to grab the Igglybuff, insert the tag, lose him again, and then corral him into a nearby cage, and snapping the electric lock closed.
All the while, the serpent in the vents watched with a smile.
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“That was a good show you put on.”
The dark pink Igglybuff looked around, clearly confused. After all, the scientists had long since left. The serpent couldn't help but chuckle.
“Up here.”
The other creature eventually trained his eyes on the vent cover and squinted at the serpents face obscured in the darkness “Who are you?”
The serpent smirked and cocked his head in a way that the light would catch his 'odd' eye and make it glint “Oh, just the monster who lives next door.” The serpent then smiled enough to show off his sharp teeth. “I heard the noises and was wondering what snack the scientists had brought me.” He looked up, paused and hummed a bit before continuing. “You know, I rarely get to see the humans around here sweat as much as you just made them do. It made me even more excited to meet you.” He stared back down at the small creature below, showing his fangs fully in his widest grin face on, this time closer to the grating, allowing the igglybuff to see the serpent's face.
The Igglybuff's pupils widened for a second before he looked down and covered his mouth and started shaking. Before the serpent could wonder if the Igglybuff was crying, the unmistakable sound of giggling, then full on laughing erupted from the cage below. The Igglybuff than starting rolling around the cage consumed by mirth.
The serpent quirked one eye, looking a bit miffed “ I did just threaten to eat you, you know.”
The Igglybuff managed to regain his footing and wipe his eyes, which had started to tear “Snack.. hehehe... SNACK... oh you are funny Mr. Monster.”
The serpent frowned a bit more, “Funny? How so?”
The Igglybuff shrugged “Oh I don't know. Just... funny... that the capstone of this day is being eaten by a monster. It just would be perfect.” He clapped his paws together and burst into hysterics again, tears streaming down his face. “Yep, just PERFECT!”
The Serperior was about to ask more when he heard noise from down the hall. He listened closer and realized it was footsteps coming closer to the lab. “Word to the wise, I would be quiet if I were you. It's nighttime, and they don't tolerate those who stay up to late.” The serpent then slithered backwards to his room. He heard commotion from the lab, then silence.
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“So, back again Mr. Monster?”
“I was wondering how my snack fared since last night.”
“Hehehe... they gave me an injection of something. Knocked me out like a light. They also brought me somewhere and stuck a bunch of things to me and gave me things to attack, as well as stuck me with some other injections.”
“They are making sure you are nice and fit.”
“...hehe... for what?”
“...Who knows... maybe for me...”
“Hehehe... did you hear anything from anyone about me? Maybe rumors that they will use those shiny toys over there?”
“...Someone called you the Duke.”
“Hehe... humans called me that... back in the forest...”
“So you were a forest dweller?”
“Yes.”
“Is there something about you that is particularly special?”
“... Not me, but my mom could shoot ice from her paws. Humans who watched us before always got super excited!”
“The tests must have something to do with that then.”
“Hehe...hehehehe...”
“What are you laughing at?”
“I thought I was here to feed y-”
“You will be if you don't shut up”
“HEHEHE! You see, this is what I like about you, Mr. Monster! Always interesting! HEHEHAHAHA!!!!”
“You need to be quie-...”
STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP
“OH, THE HUMANS WANT TO JOIN! LETS HAVE SOME FUN! MAYBE THEY WILL MUTILATE US IN THE MOONLIGHT! HAHAHA! HOW EXCITING!”
“Are you mad?! Stay quiet you fool!”
“LET THEM COME!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!”
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“...Mr. Monster? You there?.... Mr. Monster?”
“...hm”
“You've been gone for awhile. I thought you grew bored.”
“...I've been... away...”
“Hehehe. You sound strained Mr. Monster. Are you alright?”
“...”
“Hehehe. Okay, okay, I get it. What's the word I've heard so much? Classified? Also, I am not sure the answer you would give would be honest anyway.”
“...perhaps...”
“Well, I am glad I am still exciting enough for you.”
“...”
“Well, since you have been so kind as to grace me with your presence, I might as well tell you what has happened since you were gone.”
“... be... quiet about it...”
“...hehe... no promises...”
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“Mr. Monster?”
“...”
“I don't want the scientists to force me to sleep, but I don't want to stay up all night.”
“... what am I expected to do?”
“...”
“Well?”
“Sing to me?”
“...no.”
“Oh come on. Please?!?”
“No.”
“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplea-”
“Stop.”
“... no need to glare...”
“... if it will shut you up, I'll tell you a story.”
“YA-”
“Only if you are quiet.”
“...”
“Thank you. Now.... hmmmm..... A long time ago, there was once two brothers.”
“Were they twins?”
“...Yes actually. Their names were Romulus and Remus...”
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Nights continued like this, with visits from the monster next door. They would talk about their day, and the monster would tell a story. This is how it went. Until one night.
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If you were to look into the cube that contained the star performer, you would see him in his usual position, staring up at the window and plotting.
“hehe... You are a lot bigger then I thought you were...”
His head snapped towards the noise, ready to strike, when his eyes set upon Duke, at the entrance of the air vent.
“...hehe... Hello... I thought I would drop by this time.”
“... how?”
“I'm not sure...I really wanted to see you, and when I put my paw on the device on the cage, electricity shot from my paw!”
“No, I mean how did you move at all? You look like hell! What happened?”
The question was fair. While the scientists clearly took pains to heal him, the igglybuff had what looked like an instant icepack on his right eye. He also looked ragged and tired in general, and almost... filthy... like he was covered in soot.
“Hehe... wanted to test me out I think... something about activating...something...” He hopped from the air-vent to the floor and winced. “They pinned me against some big, metal pokemon and kept yelling at me to 'activate my potential'... hehe...I couldn't... hehehehe” He started laughing harder.
The serpent moved forward slowly towards the other creature, and slowly curled around him.
The Duke continued to laugh, so much that he was crying “I really needed to see you. I just...needed too...see someone...anyone...... I miss my family.. my mom... my brother...”
The serpent curled his body around the smaller creature, until someone who would be looking from the outside in would not be able to see the tiny, laughing and crying Pokemon. Duke gripped the bigger Pokemon.
As the Serperior looked down at the creature clinging to him like a lifeline, he could see flashes of other beings that used to grip to him. A lifetime ago and more recent years blurred in his mind. Someone that told him stories of fancy. Someone who shared his pain and suffering. They shared their dreams that became the serpent's, too. Until, one day, it was all taken away. Again and again.
Me too.
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When the serpent later opened his eyes (when did they close?) the Igglybuff was gone. His head whipped around the cube, looking for any signs that last night(?) even happened.
“Up here.”
The serpents eyes looked towards the window, where a fluffy black creature was now standing on the windowsill, back to the larger creature below. The one on the windowsill had pointy ears sticking up from the fur. The being was facing the sun just peaking above the horizon. The creature spoke with a familiar, sing-song voice.
“Say Mr. Monster, I never really asked your name.”
The serpent below stared for five seconds before he felt a smile grow on his face. “I have a code of course, but the humans around here like to call me Deceit, after 'my work' if you will.”
The creature turned around looking down with wide green eyes, one fully dilated. The creature, a strange looking Jigglypuff, smiled with sharp teeth.
Description: Thomas has a problem to solve. Well, a few problems actually.
Notes: Sorry for the wait! Took a while to figure out how I wanted the chapter to end. Let me know if you want to be tagged or want to be removed from the tag list! If you were tagged before and want to be tagged again, let me know!
Thomas watched the Igglybuff approach terminal velocity. He felt his feet move faster as he attempted to move to position.
His adrenaline was helping him ignore the scratches that the Fearow left on him when he woke up. He somehow managed to move through branches and over roots with ease. He was vaguely aware that he was shouting at Foster to Pizza to follow.
Thomas was not aware of where he was, and that he was potentially going off trail. His mind was blank, outside of the thought, “CATCH HIM CATCH HIM CATCH HIM.”
His heart was pounding, and he could feel it drop as the Igglybuff fell lower and lower, despite his best effort to close the distance.
He saw Prince, almost in slow motion, fall between two trees, and hit the ground.
BOING
Prince flew back upwards into the sky, back down, and then bounced again, somehow higher into in the sky. Thomas's brain took a second to buffer before he could fully comprehend what was happening. The entry on Igglybuffs in the Pokemon encyclopedia seemed to play automatically in his mind.
Igglybuff's have extremely elastic bodies. When they start bouncing they become impossible to stop.
Thomas had to keep himself from laughing when that thought suddenly entered his mind. However, this did lessen Thomas's worries a bit.
“Prince! Don't worry! I'll catch you!” Thomas shouted, as he ran forward to catch Prince during his next fall. However, Thomas just missed, causing Prince to hit a nearby rock below Thomas's arms. The small Pokemon then ricochet off, and slam multiple times into surrounding trees.
Before Thomas could try to predict the Pokemon's trajectory, Prince ended up hitting a tree at an angle that caused him to launch towards a body of water that Thomas had not noticed yet.
“Oh god! Pizza! Foster! Help!”
Before Prince could hit the water, Foster quickly jumped up and headbutted him hard back toward Thomas, who quickly opened his arms and caught the Igglybuff. He held on as tight as he could as he was knocked backwards onto his butt and slid along the forest floor until his back hit a tree trunk.
Thomas let out a pained noise through gritted teeth as he held his arms together in a vice-like grip to keep prince from bouncing out. He eventually felt the inertia in Prince's body fade away until the small Pokemon was still, allowing Thomas to breathe.
Thomas felt a wet nose prod him. He looked down to see Foster, who was soaking wet and miserable, and Pizza, who was also wet, but seemed less cranky about it.
“Oh Foster! You got knocked in! I'll get towel to dry you off immediately; the water probably not good for you. I'm going to assume that you got her out, Pizza? Both of you are getting treats later.”
Pizza only responded by yawning and curling up by Thomas's side, seemingly content to rest after the stressful experience that they all recently just shared. Foster, however, seemed less ready to relax, and walked forward and poked her wet nose into the small ball of Pokemon in Thomas's hands. Prince, up to that point, had been extremely still and quiet. He had also been caught at an odd angle, with his face toward Thomas's body. Upon being poked, Prince shivered slightly.
Thomas frowned and turned the Igglybuff to face him. Even after everything that had just occured, Prince did not seem any worse for wear. However, Prince seemed to refuse to look at him, only looking down.
Prince shivered a bit more. He glanced down at Foster (who had sat down next to Thomas and was staring up at Prince), up at Thomas's face quickly, then at Thomas's hands, then back down.
Both were extremely still for a moment, until Thomas took his hands off of prince slowly. Prince still did not move, but looked up at Thomas. Thomas smiled a tiny bit before grimacing at the pain that shot through his back.
Thomas put his head against the tree his back was against and closed his eyes.
How often has Prince been at the mercy of creatures bigger then him? I know he used to have his family, but they're not around. He only has himself. And now we're here in his space. How do I let him know that he's safe?
Thomas felt something small press his chest.
He looked back down to see that Prince had positioned his paws against Thomas's chest. Prince was looking at said chest with a concentrated expression. He started moving around pressing on various parts of Thomas's chest, stomach, and sides lightly, with Thomas occasionally hissing in pain.
Eventually, Prince gave a curt nod before looking around and hopping off of Thomas's lap. Thomas watched as Prince ran to a nearby tree and dug around the base, before producing a pile of Oran and Sitrus berries from underneath the tree.
Jigglypuff gathered a bunch of the berries in his arms, before walking back and laying down the bunch by Thomas. Prince rolled one of the berries toward foster (who happily took it, tail wagging), and threw one over Thomas toward pizza (who lazily started taking bites), before grabbing a few more and hopping back onto Thomas's lap and holding two Sitrus berries out to him.
When Thomas just maintained a blank expression and blinked a few times, Prince pouted and puffed up before punching Thomas (lightly) in the chest, and then thrusting the berries toward Thomas's face once more.
Thomas blinked a few times more, before chuckling and taking the berries from the small Pokemon. He popped one into his mouth and patted Princes head. Prince gave a curt nod before sitting down and snacking on his own berries.
Thomas smiled wider and ate the other berry. He wasn't sure if it somehow the effects of the berries, or the company of the Pokemon around him, but he was starting to feel better already.
However, there was something of a downside to this, as he was now more aware of what was going on around him. Specifically, that he was not only really damn cold, even in his jacket, but that there was a lingering scent of rot in the air, like a mix of compost and sewage. This scent traveled on the chilling breeze, blowing from the direction of the lake he was facing.
Thomas frowned and moved to get up, subconsciously picking up Prince in the process. He made is was to the edge of the lake and looked around.
He became vaguely aware of Prince shivering again.
He looked down to see the wide eyes of Princes staring up at him in... fear?
“Do you remember what I said earlier? You're safe! I promise we'll protect you”
Foster and Pizza appeared along side, looking up at Prince. Foster began barking a bit and Pizza yawning.
Prince's eyes darted between Thomas and the other Pokemon before he shook his head. Before Thomas could respond to that gesture, Prince turned his body in Thomas's arms and hopped out onto the ground. He looked up at Thomas, before pointed towards a spot across the lake.
“...is that where the smell is coming from? Do you know?”
Prince nodded and started walking along the lakes edge. After walking a few feet, he stopped to look back.
Thomas nodded and signaled for Foster and Pizza to follow.
The recent video got me thinking about what Deceit and the Duke would be like in a Pokemon!AU. My musings have lead to these notes.
General Notes:
All of “the others” are Pokemon that are or have been in the possession of an “organization”. The organization in question are in the business of Pokemon “research.” The purpose of this “research” is not known to the public.
Serperior!Deceit
His eye and mouth are a natural birth defect/mark/feature, depending on who you ask/his mood. His coloring is not.
loves to give off the impression that “he would sell you to Satan for one corn chip”, or that he would rather eat you instead just to be rid of you.
However, if he becomes “attached” he will become overly-protective, which is cute until it’s not.
Jigglypuff!Duke
You know how Logan describes dealing with intrusive thoughts using a metaphor involving a screaming child? The Duke is that screaming child. He will find every way to act out that he can, often violently, mostly for attention.
He can be possessive of things/beings he likes.
On that note, keep markers away from him when you are sleeping. He will draw butts and other profanity on your face.
Loves violent bedtime stories.
His white highlight and his green eyes are natural. The black hair is not.
Me: Wow, this was a really interesting and informative video. Thomas clearly did his research on intrusive thoughts, and his fans are really grabbing onto the new lore for the sides that has been revealed. Now I can sit back and rela-
My Brain: YOU ARE SUDDENLY INSPIRED!!!
Me:.... what...
My Brain: THAT FIC/AU YOU HAVE BEEN SITTING ON! THE POKEMON SIDES! YOU ARE INSPIRED! DRAW! WRITE! GO!
Me:.... but what it I get tired again or blocked of insp-
My Brain: I DON’T CARE! WRITE YOU FOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
....So I guess I might be writing more soon? And drawing?
Description: There has been progress made, but some characters have grown impatient with how slow gong it has been. Be careful what you wish for.
Notes: I had a lot of fun writing this one. After getting that one shot written down, this one came soon after. I hope you guys like it! As always, feedback is welcome, and let me know if you would like to be tagged!
Trigger warning: Pokemon related violence, some arguing.
Thomas had made some progress. Now, what to do with that progress he had no idea.
He now had Prince following at something of a distance wherever he went throughout the forest. (He still seemed to have issues with Foster though, who he would glare at for the most part. He still needed to figure out how to remedy that.) At night the young Pokemon would join Thomas and his companions for food and singing, but would stay a good distance away regardless.
I guess this is his territory. It would make sense that he would still be antsy. I still don't know why he is following me though.
Thomas looked back at Prince, who was currently watching from a nearby tree. He had been jumping from branch to branch, making a token attempt to blend into the leaves, but sticking out like a sore thumb, considering the white fur, and the big stick he was still carrying. Thomas smiled and waved. Princes eyes widened, and he turned his head away and closed his eyes, seemingly pouting, making Thomas chuckle.
He's so... extra. I haven't been around a Pokemon like this since...
Thomas looked down, frowned, turned around and started walking forward again.
“I shouldn't be thinking about things like that! I should be focusing on the positives!” Thomas muttered to himself. “I have a good job now under a good friend, and I am in a beautiful environment doing that job with Pokemon that are fun to be around...”
It won't last. They will leave, too. They have to.
That particular thought made Thomas stop in his tracks. He shook his head harder, like he was trying to shake the thought out.
Whimper
Thomas looked to his left side at Foster, who was now seated looking at him with a worried expression. A paw on his right leg brought Thomas's attention to Pizza, whose head was cocked to the side.
Thomas offered a small smile and knelled on one knee and pet the two Pokemon in front of them. “I'm okay you guys! I'm just a little stressed is all!” Foster was smiling with her tongue out and leaning into the hand behind her ear, closing her eyes. Pizza leaned into the hand petting her too, but continued to look up, causing Thomas to speak up again, “ Really! I'm fine! I just need the rest of this mission to go we-”
That's when, of course, screeching and yelling erupted from the tree behind him.
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It became clear to Prince that Thomas had no idea where he was going.
Okay, maybe that was harsh, but that's what it felt like. He had been observing Thomas and his companions for the past several days, and they seemed no closer to finding his mother or the rest of his family. Thomas spend most of his time wandering the forest, looking at pieces of paper, and writing.
What he had learned was... well... more about the Pokemon and their human.
Pizza was a strange one. She was almost constantly tired, or at least acted like it. However, the Rattata always kept an eye on him. He thought at first that it was out of wanting to protect the human, but the rodent almost seemed relived whenever Prince came back into sight.
Prince also learned that the menace called Foster was... a little too friendly. She had taken to calling him “singing puffball” since the first night he spent with Thomas, which... he still didn't know how to process. She kept barking at him when he is in his various watching spots, insisting that he “Come down and play!” or to “Look at this cool rock!” He had, more then once, shooed her away with his weapon whenever she attempted this. He was unsure whether she was doing this because Pizza told her to, but regardless, he was still suspicious. There was no way that being wanted to make amends that easily.
And Thomas … Thomas knew a lot more songs then the one he sang that first night, and that Thomas was a really good singer who seemed to belt tunes at any opportunity that was given. He was also very giving and kind it seemed, since he kept giving out food.
He also seemed concerned with Prince's location, since he would occasionally turn in his direction, smile, and wave. It was the third time this happened that Prince couldn't help but feel a but put out. No matter what Prince did he couldn't blend in it seemed.
You never were good at that. Its why you're family always had to protect you. Especially your mother.
He didn't spend too much time brooding (not that he would admit to brooding) because he heard Foster whimpering. Prince looked up to see Foster and Pizza next to Thomas looking at him.
Did they see something scary? Prince strained to listen as Thomas knelt down and started petting the Pokemon near him.
“I'm okay you guys! I'm just a little stressed is all!”
Prince cocked his head. Thomas seemed okay, judging by this angle at least. No one had attacked him. Why was he upset?
However, as Prince continued to watch, he felt... something like familiarity bubble up. A strong presence comforting you... sounded... nice...
This is not yours to have...
Prince shook his head and frowned deeply. He had to get home. And nothing would stop him.
Not even the Fearow that was swooping in at that exact moment
Prince's reflexes kicked in as he thrust his weapon in the the bird Pokemon's direction, which the bird narrowly missed. It flew away, screeching before lowering from the sky, flapping its huge wings.
Prince narrowly avoided losing balance, giving a loud yelp before regaining balance, jumping to an outstretched branch near the Fearow, and settling his feet into a battle stance
okay, I have limited ways of attacking here, and I am outmatched, but I might be able to take on this beast if I just-
“FOSTER! USE FLAMETHROWER!”
A geyser of flame shot from the right and below, causing the Fearow to fall from the sky. Before Prince could formulate a thought in response to what just happened, he heard Thomas shout again
“PIZZA! USE QUICK ATTACK!”
Prince looked over the side of the tree branch just in time for him to see a purple blur make contact with the Fearow that just hit the ground, knocking the bird Pokemon several feet away. The Fearow seemed, for now, temporarily stunned on the ground.
“Pizza! Stand by! I am going to inspect the Fearow and I need backup!” Thomas yelled, as he ran up to the downed Fearow.
Prince could only stare in shock, before he hopped down, bouncing slightly as he fell, to observe the scene.
...only to be tackled by an excitable fire dog, now perched over him with her paws and start talking nonstop, tail wagging.
Prince proceeded to struggle and attempt to push Foster off, finally shouting “STOP PINNING ME, HELLHOUND!”
Foster paused her rambling to step off the Igglybuff under her. Prince got up and dusted himself off, scowling. Foster tilted her head, frowning.
“Why are you so mean? I just saved you!”
“Well, I didn't ask for that! I could have taken care of myself, just like when you stole my weapon!”
Foster's fur puffed up on the back, as she started speaking with a growl. “Well excuse me for wanting to help out a part of the pack! I guess I was wrong for thinking that we could get along!”
“Oh like you have any good inten- wait, what was that about being a part of the pack?”
Foster tilted her head in the other direction. She still seemed aggravated, but less ready to fight. More confused. “You joined the pack several days ago. I've been trying to make it easier on both of us but you never seemed to want to actually spend much time with me-”
Prince waved one paw in the air “Waitwaitwait. Hold on. What pack? When did I join a pack?”
Foster squinted at Prince. “You've been eating food with us, following us, singing with Thomas every night... how are you not part of the pack?”
Prince shook his head/body. As he spoke he started pacing, and occasionally looking at Foster when he wanted to emphasize. “In case you haven't noticed, Thomas knows something about my family, which I already belong to by the way. I have been following to see if you guys have any useful information regarding them, which you clearly haven't. I have been eating your food because... well... its good... so there.” He ended his oration by putting his paws on his “hips”.
“And the singing?”
“The singing? Well... I like that to!” He said with a huff, crossing his arms.
Foster rolled her eyes “Look, whatever you are here for, Thomas likes you a lot. I can sort of tell.”
“Oh please. If you are referring to the food he gave me, letting me sleep by the fire, he has shown himself to be something of a giving person.” Prince said, gesturing behind him
“That wasn't what I was talking-LOOK OUT!!!”
Before Prince could register that warning, he was, for the third time, surprised that day. This time by a Fearow picking him up by the talons and flying off.
Prince took three seconds to register what just happened before he started struggling hard. Somewhere in the middle of this struggle, he went to hit the Fearow with his improvised weapon. As he raised his arm, he realized that in the surprise of the attack caused him to drop his means of protection.
OH NO WHAT DO I DO I AM WITHOUT A WEAPON MY ARMS CANNOT REACH THE BEAST HOLDING ME WHAT DO I DO- wait, I know.
Prince grinned, closed his eyes, and started singing.
As he sang, he felt the Fearow struggling to stay aloft, before he, finally, felt the talons loosen.
HAHA! I AM A GENIUS!... wait, I'm going to fall now...
Description: Exactly what it says on the tin. The full memo, including More information about Prince and who he is, since Thomas has finished procrastinating on reading the damn thing.
Notes: So apparently I had this one written for a bit but was so struck by the writers block bug that I was convinced something was missing. I was also unclear where the story should go from here, but I now have a much better idea, thanks to the current video. I hope you guys enjoy it! I will hopefully write more soon, and draw along with it. In the meantime, feedback is always welcome! I don't know if I should continue the taglist due to the time between the posting of the last chapter and now, so let me know if you want to be tagged again or in the future! Mild spoilers for “ Dealing with INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS”
mild edits have been made since posting.
Introduction, Chapter 1, Chapter 2
The Burning Forest is a flourishing ecosystem that hosts a variety of types of Pokemon. Its situation next to a sleeping volcano provides ample fertile soil for an assortment of plants to grow and environments for Pokemon to inhabit. The Burning Forest is also host to a lake by the sleeping volcano. This lake feeds several stream systems that run through the forest, providing an ample source of clean, fresh water.
There are several Pokemon that live in communities throughout the region. One of the most prominent is the population of Igglybuffs and their evolutions. Many of the characteristics of this group are similar to other groups of Igglybuff evolution. They are composed of 300 members of the typical ratio of sex (75% female and 25% male). They have a leader whose role is passed down to the ruler's child (unless the group disagrees). The leader of this particular group is specimen 102983, Codename Queen, a Wigglytuff. Under her leadership, their numbers have thrived and the group remains relatively peaceful, with minor exceptions that will be detailed later. As of the last report, she had two children, whom we have each given a number (29834, Codename Prince, and 29835, Codename Duke)
There are a few characteristics of this group that make it particularly of interest in research. On first glance, you can tell that this particular group have a considerable subset of Igglybuffs that, when they evolve into Jigglypuffs, developing eye colors that are not in line with the typical eye color of Jigglypuffs (blue), indicating the predominance of a recessive traits in this population. If other colors do pop up in most groups, the ratio is about 1/3 overall. One of these Pokemon that has odd colored eyes is Queen, whose eyes are brown.
Even more unusual, Prince's body is entirely white. This has made him even more susceptible to attack by other populations and solo Pokemon. However, the rest of the group (especially his mother) protect him. No one seems to mind this, and they, in fact, dote on Prince (especially his mother).
The Duke has dark pink skin and fur on most of his body, outside of a white streak in the curl on his head, indicating that the twins may be fraternal, though a tissue sample would have to be taken in order to be sure. Duke also shows some aggression issues, often picking fights with other Igglybuffs. His favorite target is Prince, however when Prince is actually in trouble he has turned that aggression outward toward other threats.
While Igglybuff's evolutions are not known to necessarily be weak, this particular group had found great success in fighting off potential predators and those who infringe of their territory. Part of this could be due to the other unusual trait of this population. There has been some report by some researchers of seeing these Pokemon possibly exhibiting moves that are out of type for them and should not normally be possible in the wild. The moves are repeated too much in order to be a product of Metronome. It seems that the Pokemon have access to “Hidden Power” somehow, without the assistance of a human trainer or professional. Queen, for instance, is somehow able to send a wake of frigid energy out in order to generate an attack. She is the the most liberal with her abilities, and seems to come across it the most naturally. It is yet unknown whether Prince or Duke have the same ability.
Strange activity has been noted from other researchers in the area. Pokemon have become more agitated and ready for attack, and we have been informed that some of the Iggleybuffs and their evolutions have been found scattered through the forest alone. They are often scared and clearly having been through a fight. Your job is to find out the status of this population and provide an update report on the conditions of everyone.
Quick drawing I did of “the others” as pokemon in the pokemon au I am developing. I think I could do with considering sizing better, but otherwise I am happy with it! I might digitize it later!
The new video has given me so many ideas for the au, and I am very excited to write them.
